A single page entrycould make a novelof a thousand pageswritten in vanity.Kept out of sightfrom tenacious eyeswhich clawits delicate words.It is the gold kept lockedbutton by buttonwithin my being.There is no combination to this safe.As it is with the...

I darkly confesswithout remorse or,empathy,there is nothing like eating somethingstill squirming to stay alive.

The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair They were broken pieces of my sacredness thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness   My heart strings out of tune with the other beings sang a melody of melancholy and insanity visions blur, and...